♪ ♪ [Los Angeles by night. Hollywood. In a club] ♫ (music playing within, people cheering) ♫ (men chattering and whooping) ♫
MAN: Look at that...
(Men whooping, whistling, music continuing)
MAN: You're beautiful. [He’s much more serious than the others]
[He goes to the bar]
BARMAN: Two more?
MAN: You got it.
[He notices the dancer leaving and follows her. Another man grabs the girl’s arm]
GIRL: (grunts)
MAN2: I want to see you.
MAN: Hey, hey, bad etiquette, Homes. [He removes the man2’s arm from the girl. They face each other]
MAN: Can't be touching the dancers.
GIRL: Hey, look, guys, we... we don't want any problems tonight, okay?
MAN: I got no problems. You got a problem?
MAN3: All right, all right. Settle it down or take it outside, boys. We got a zero tolerance for trouble in here.
[Man2 nods to a young black guy who nods back-he got it. Man2 leaves the place. Man faces the girl]
MAN: How about a dance?
GIRL: I'm done for tonight. Sorry.
GUY: Dude, where's the beer? The natives are getting restless.
[Man gives him money and trails the girl]
GUY: Where you going?
MAN: I think I'm in love.
[He catches her in front of the outside door]
MAN: Hey! You want to grab a coffee or something?
GIRL: It's late.
MAN: Decaf?
GIRL: Listen...
[At that right moment behind her a car crashes the door and runs inside the club!]
MAN: Look out!
[Man grabs the girl and throws her away of the car- he can’t avoid being hit heavily by it. The driver is dead: he’s the black young guy who “nodded” before. The girl is wounded…Man is dead…]
♫ ♫ NCIS: LA 1x11 ♫ ♫ Breach ♫ ♫
♫ ♫ Original Air date on January 05, 2010 ♫ ♫
[Callen enters the office. Hetty heads towards him]
HETTY: I already sent the others upstairs.
CALLEN: Good morning, Hetty.
HETTY: Well, that's a matter of perspective, Mr. Callen. Uh, I've been doing some accounting and I came across an anomaly in your expenses. This is a $1,400 restaurant bill from Matsuhisa.
CALLEN: Mm-hmm. That's from the Miyagomi case.
HETTY: You mean it's not a mistake? You actually spent $1,400 on raw fish?
CALLEN: Not me, my alias, Tony Z, did.
HETTY: Ah, ah, ah. And is Tony Z going to reimburse me?
CALLEN: Well, you'll have to talk to him about that.
HETTY: Uh-huh.
CALLEN: Hetty, when I go undercover as a beach bum, I eat at the Kogi truck. When I'm going after high rollers, I gotta hit it a little harder.
HETTY: Try ordering soup, playa.
CALLEN: I'll tell Tony that.
HETTY: You do that.
[Callen joins the OPS center]
CALLEN: So, what are we looking at?
ERIC: This footage is from a gentlemen's club in Hollywood.
DOM: That's Petty Officer Mostel Renny.
ERIC: The driver of the car and P. O. Renny were killed. The woman's still in the hospital.
CALLEN: It's tragic, but since when do we start investigating DUIs?
ERIC: Well, Renny was there last night with several other sailors. All of whom are Crypto Language Technicians. Basically, the Navy's top secret geek squad.
SAM: Any surveillance footage from inside the club?
ERIC: No.
KENSI: Oh, look, pervs don't like to be filmed.
ERIC: Meow.
DOM: The driver of the car was African-American, had no I.D.
CALLEN: Probably left his wallet at home.
ERIC: The car was stolen weeks ago.
KENSI: Eh, might be a coincidence.
HETTY: Maybe not. I contacted the hospital. The young lady is well enough for questioning.
CALLEN: Sam, why don't you and Kensi take the accident scene?
HETTY: Crime scene.
CALLEN: Dom, find Renny's friends, see if they know anything. And can I get the address for the hospital? [He asked Eric]
HETTY: Hollywood Presbyterian on Vermont. Take Sunset.
CALLEN: And I'll need anything you can find out about the girl.
HETTY: She's Ukrainian.
[She hands him a file]
CALLEN: Thank you.
[He leaves- Eric is puzzled…]
HETTY: Eric, problem?
ERIC: Um... no.
[Club in Hollywood]
SAM: Okay, we've got rubber in the street.
KENSI: Yeah, no skid marks. Which means the driver didn't even try to stop.
SAM: And that parking lot is too small. There's no way to accelerate that fast in this distance.
KENSI: So, the driver probably left the lot, turned around, accelerated back, which means...
SAM: Means Hetty's right…It's a crime scene.
[Hollywood Presbyterian Hospital on Vermont]
CALLEN: Katya Vitkoya?
KATYA: Yes?
CALLEN: Hi. My name's Callen.
KATYA: I already spoke to the police.
CALLEN: I'm not a cop. I'm with the Department of Transport and Highway Safety. Did you know Petty Officer Renny?
KATYA: No. Look, um, maybe you could come tomorrow. I'm sorry, I'm very tired.
CALLEN: Really? 'Cause they told me that you, uh, you just woke up. [He sits up in a chair] You're from the Ukraine?
KATYA: Yes.
CALLEN: Whereabout?
KATYA: Small town, Pavlivka. No one's ever heard of it.
CALLEN: I know Pavlivka. Yeah, I spent some time in Balaklauski a few years ago.
KATYA: Really? Mm-hmm. Years ago, even locals weren't allowed to Balaklauski. Were you supposed to be there?
CALLEN: I was working on a big pothole problem that they were having. How long you been in the U.S.?
KATYA: Not long.
CALLEN: Long enough for your visa to expire?
KATYA: I'm applying for a student visa.
CALLEN: You're in school?
KATYA: Well, I'm applying for school, too.
CALLEN: Oh, yeah? Which one? Look, I'm not from Immigration. I just want to know what happened in that bar last night.
[He comes closer to her bed]
KATYA: A man in the club grabbed me. The guy who drove the car was with him. That sailor intervened, but the club owner and a bouncer stepped in before anything really happened.
(Phone ringing)[Callen reaches the door]
CALLEN: Eric.
ERIC: [over phone] Still no I.D. on the driver
[OPS center]
ERIC: but Forensics got a hit on a set of prints they pulled off the car window. Uh, the guy's name is Cesar "Chi Chi" Vargas. He's had run-ins with I.C.E. and the DEA for smuggling everything from drugs to human cargo across the border. I'm sending you his photo and arrest record now.
[Hospital]
CALLEN: All right, copy Sam and Kensi. See if they can get anyone at the bar to make a positive I.D. And find me a last known address. Have them meet me there.
[He re-enters the room and shows Katya a photo on his phone]
CALLEN: Was this the guy that grabbed you at the bar?
KATYA: No.
CALLEN: You're sure?
KATYA: Yes. The man was older and, um...scruffier.
[Hollywood. Sam is showing the club owner the same pic.]
OWNER: No, no, this guy was older. And he was with the African-American guy who crashed the car.
SAM: They use a credit card?
OWNER: Nah, I already checked. Sorry.
SAM: Thanks.
OWNER: Yeah. Of course.
[Sam joins Kensi]
SAM: He knows more than he's telling us.
[Vargas’house. Callen is waiting in his car. Sam and Kensi stops near it]
CALLEN: There's an alley out back. I'll take the front.
[The house is on the sea side. Callen knocks at the door]
CALLEN: Hola. Señor Vargas? I'm going in, Sam.
[He forces open the door- Sam and Kensi do the same at the back]
SAM: Go.
[They check the house, guns ready]
KENSI: Clear.
CALLEN: Clear.
KENSI: Place is locked up.
SAM: He must've been gone for awhile. That might be why it smells musty in here.
KENSI: If I had a place on the beach like this, I wouldn't go anywhere.
[Callen notices the fridge compartments lying on the floor. He opens the fridge…and a man falls out!]
SAM: He's clearly past his expiration date.
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[Rose’s lab- autopsy room]
ROSE: You found this guy in a fridge? Weird. When they said NCIS was coming with a body, I kind of expected Nate.
CALLEN: Well, Nate was busy, but, uh, he sends his regards.
ROSE: Really? (Giggling): He's so sweet. You know, he works so much. I wish whoever was in charge over there would just cut the guy some slack, you know?
CALLEN: (clears throat)
ROSE: Oh, right. Don't ignore the corpse. He's still in the room. Okay, uh, looks like he's been dead for at least two weeks. The cold temperature slowed the decomposition, but it certainly didn't stop it.
CALLEN: Cause of death?
ROSE: Best guess at this point, suffocation following blunt force trauma.
SAM: Clean and quiet.
ROSE: I'll know more once I open him up. You two are welcome to stay and wait if you'd like. I don't usually have an audience, but visitors are always welcome. (Drill whirring) Pretty cool, huh?
CALLEN: Tempting.
SAM: But we'll pass.
ROSE: Okay.
CALLEN: Did you finish with the driver from the club accident?
ROSE: Oh, another weird one. He wasn't drunk. In fact, he didn't have any alcohol or drugs in his system.
SAM: Nobody calling to claim the body?
ROSE: Oh, not yet. We haven't been able to I.D. him. Still running his prints and dental.
[She shows them another body – the back of the body]
ROSE: But this might help. At first, I thought they were some sort of gang initiation.
SAM: Looks like machete wounds.
ROSE: Last time I saw anything like this, I was in Rwanda. Do you guys know if Nate is seeing anyone? 'Cause, you know, I'm just wondering.
[OPS center]
DOM: Renny's sailor buddies didn't see anything, although one of them said Renny was hitting on the dancer, Katya.
ERIC: I ran the driver's prints through Immigration's refugee database. I got a match--Deng Oyat. He's not African-American. He's African-African. Originally from Sudan, he was placed with a foster family in Toluca Lake three years ago.
SAM: He's one of the Lost Boys. Second Sudanese civil war left two million dead and around 25,000 young men displaced or orphaned. They became known as the Lost Boys of the Sudan.
(phone rings)
DOM: Ops, Agent Vaile.
SAM: Lucky ones managed to get into the U.S. and other countries through humanitarian aid.
CALLEN: Well, maybe his foster parents know who he was with last night.
DOM: That was Hollywood Presbyterian. Katya Vitkoya just signed herself out.
CALLEN: Looks like we'll paying her a house call, Dr. Hanna.
SAM: Take Kensi. I need to check something.
CALLEN: Want to share?
SAM: If it pans out.
[He leaves the OPS, Callen is puzzled!]
[Downstairs, Nate is putting files on the agents’ desks]
HETTY: 32 hours.
NATE: Excuse me?
HETTY: You had 32 hours of overtime last week.
NATE: Oh, yeah, yeah. It was a busy one.
HETTY: Apparently, you've had a lot of busy ones. You have seven weeks of unused vacation time owing.
NATE: I do?
HETTY: Were you planning on, uh, sailing around the world?
NATE: No, just been busy. You know, working…(clattering) Uh...Just a... a lot.
HETTY: Yes, we established that back at the start of the conversation.
NATE: Hm. I don't determine the caseloads, Hetty.
HETTY: No, but I do set the schedules, so start packing. On Monday morning, you're on holiday for a week.
KENSI: What was that about?
NATE: I've been banished. I think something's up with Hetty.
[Basket playground] (Indistinct chatter) [Sam parks his car and heads to the players]
SAM: Moe?
[One of the young guy starts running at once! Sam chases him, and avoids him fleeing]
SAM: Moe?
GUY: Hey, hey, hey, hey!
SAM: What the hell you think you're doing? What you doing?
MOE: Pretty quick for an old man. It's a joke.
SAM: Yeah, try again.
[Moe wants to go away]
SAM: Hey. What's up, man?
MOE: (mutters)
SAM: Come on now.
[Katya’s house]
KENSI: Are you kidding me? How does a stripper afford a place like this?
CALLEN: Some of these strippers make six figures a year.
KENSI: Oh, really?
CALLEN: So I've heard.
KENSI: (laughs)
[Katya is just hurrying out of the house. She doesn’t stop]
CALLEN: Going on a trip?
KATYA: My sister is sick.
CALLEN: You don't have a sister. And you should probably have stayed in the hospital. Does the name Deng Oyat mean anything to you?
KATYA: No.
KENSI: He's the guy who tried to kill you and Petty Officer Renny last night.
[Callen notices a sound]
KATYA: I'm sorry. I really have to go now.
KENSI: I'm sorry, but you need to answer the question.
[Callen spots an SUV in which a man has an automatic weapon]
CALLEN: Get down!
[He pushes the girls down behind the small wall bordering the garden and dives opposite. Heavy gunfire. Callen shoots the driver’s window but the car doesn’t stop]]
[Boathouse. Questioning room. Katya is alone, lost in her thoughts. Callen and Nate enter. Nate gives Katya a cup of tea and sits down opposite to her]
CALLEN: This is Nate. He's a good listener.
KATYA: Thank you.
NATE:(clears throat) How you feeling?
KATYA: Fine.
NATE: Well, that's the adrenaline pumping through your body. And when it wears off in a little while, you're gonna start shaking. Might even feel like you're gonna throw up, but don't worry. It's a natural reaction. You're, uh...safe here.
CALLEN: Who were those men at your house?
KATYA: I've never seen them before.
NATE: You have any idea why anyone would want to hurt you?
KATYA: No.
NATE: Any…ex-boyfriend...?
KATYA: No.
[Callen has taken his phone, and shows a pic]
CALLEN: This is the man who almost killed you outside the club. You recognize him?
KATYA: He might have been with the man who grabbed me in the club last night. But I-I can't remember.
[Callen obviously doesn’t believe her]
NATE: Well, you suffered a concussion. It's not uncommon for the events immediately preceding that sort of injury to be a little fuzzy. You know, you should probably go back to the hospital.
KATYA: No.
CALLEN: [angrily] Do you want us to help you, Katya? Do you? 'Cause if we don't, you're probably going to end up dead, okay? Right now, we're your only friends. And maybe this-this Deng here--maybe he wasn't trying to kill Petty Officer Bronson. Maybe...he was trying to kill you.
KATYA: Why? I don't even know him, okay? Or Bronson or any of them.
[G. gets out of the room and joins Kensi next door] (door opens) (door closes)
KENSI: She's hard to read.
CALLEN: Girl's been on her own a long time. She's used to taking care of herself. It's a defense mechanism. You bury your identity to protect it.
KENSI: Okay. Well, she might have seen or heard something and not even know it.
CALLEN: Any word on our gunmen?
KENSI: No. Car had no plates, and Eric wasn't able to find the vehicle on any street or traffic cams.
CALLEN: Perfect!...Where the hell's Sam?
[Beach. Sam is buying 2 bottles of water.]
SAM: Thanks.
[He joins Moe who’s looking at the ocean]
SAM: Hey...Here. [He hands him one of the bottles]
MOE: Thank you.
SAM: How'd you make out Saturday on your S.A.T.'s?
MOE: 710 in math.
SAM: That's nice. It's not math I'm worried about. [Moe smiles for the first time]
MOE: 400, writing.
SAM: Okay. Okay. It's getting there.
MOE: I still remember the first time you took me to the sea.
SAM: The Gulf of Aden. You were eight.
MOE: I'd never seen so much water. The ocean made you feel safe. Only makes me feel small.
SAM: What makes you feel safe?
MOE: Being around my friends.
SAM: I've already told you before that that youth center has a bad reputation for teaching radical views.
MOE: Americans have a bad reputation in some parts of the world. In this country, if I wear baggy clothes, I'm a hip-hop gangster. If I wear a taqiyah, I'm a terrorist. At the youth center, I am just Mowadh.
[Sam takes his phone]
SAM: You know this guy?
MOE: That's Deng. Deng Oyat. Is he in some sort of trouble?
SAM: Trouble? He's dead. Crashed a stolen car into some people last night.
MOE: I just saw him last week. Why would he do something like that? He doesn't even have a driver's license.
SAM: He was with another man. Older, scruffy. Might be passing himself off as Hispanic. You know him, don't you? You know him?
MOE: I've seen him at the youth center, talking to Deng. He gives religious lectures. His name is Safar.
SAM: What kind of religious lectures?
MOE: I don't know. I don't attend. I keep telling you. I only go there to play basketball.
SAM: Does Safar have a last name?
[OPS center. Eric is briefing Kensi, Sam and Callen, with Dom]
ERIC: Jaddalah. Born in Algeria, raised in Libya. Safar Jaddalah's file reads like a who's who of Islamic militant groups. He's moved around a lot, and he's suspected, along with other Al-Qaeda members, of having entered Sudan to train the Janjaweed.
SAM: "Devils on horseback with guns""
DOM: They've traded in their horses for SUVs and upgraded their weaponry.
KENSI: So what's Safar doing in L.A.?
ERIC: I doubt he's auditioning for American Idol.
SAM: Recruiting alienated and impressionable young men, just like that group of Somali teens in Minneapolis.
CALLEN: Takes them back, indoctrinates them, and gets them to fight his jihad.
KENSI: Well, maybe he hired Cesar Vargas to smuggle him into the country?
CALLEN: He probably came in over the Mexican border, passed himself off as a Mexican-American, and killed Vargas to tie up any loose ends.
ERIC: What's a religious fundamentalist doing in a strip club?
SAM: The 9/11 hijackers did the same thing before their attacks.
KENSI: Well, last night's incident could have been a glitch in an even bigger plan, guys.
DOM: And Deng Oyat was prepared to die to protect it?
SAM: Deng Oyat did what Safar ordered him to do.
CALLEN: Dom, alert Homeland Security, and brief Director Vance.
KENSI: All right, I'll put Safar's face out there, talk to the other agencies and local law enforcement, see if they have anything.
CALLEN: Eric, find this guy.
[He goes out with Sam]
CALLEN: How well does this kid Moe know Safar?
SAM: He doesn't. He knows of him.
CALLEN: And how do you know the kid?
SAM: I brought him here.
CALLEN: From Sudan?
[Sam stops and faces his buddy]
SAM: (sighs) I was in Chad as part of the Pan Sahel Initiative. We were called into Sudan to rescue some aid workers. Moe's father was killed, and Moe was injured during a firefight. I figured it was the least I could do.
[Sam gets down, Callen doesn’t move. Nate crosses Sam’s path and heads upstairs]
NATE: Sam.
CALLEN: How's Katya?
NATE: (sighing): Scared, but tough. She's clearly affected by you and Kensi saving her. She's not accustomed to having people do anything for her. She wants to go back to her house and get some of her things. I told her I had to talk to you about it. Maybe you could go over there.
[Callen nods- Nate’s words sounded déjà-vu in his mind…]
[Katya’s house] ♪ ♪ [Callen is packing stuff.]
CALLEN: (sighs)
[He finds a photos album- opens it: a little girl smiles to the camera…He takes the bags he prepared and before leaving looks around; and stops dead: 2 smoke detectors side by side. One of them is…a camera –connected to a laptop hidden in the wardrobe, and currently filming the bags on the bed]
[Boathouse. Katya is pacing up and down in the questioning room. Callen enters with the album, Katya’s purse and a plastic bag]
CALLEN: I thought you might need a few things.
KATYA: You went back to my house? Yeah.
CALLEN: Wasn't sure what you'd want so I, uh...I brought a little bit of everything.
[he puts on the table the recording stuff he found…Katya wants to go out, he grabs her]
KATYA: Let go of me!
[She slaps him. He forces her back down on a chair]
CALLEN: Sit down! You want to run, fine! I'll call my buddies at ICE. I'll have you on a plane to Kiev tonight.
KATYA: What do want from me?
CALLEN: The truth would be a good place to start.
[His lip is bleeding…]
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[Boathouse. Callen wipes away blood from his lip. He and Katya are sitting]
CALLEN: Your boss, Dallas...all these are his?
KATYA: Yes. And for the men who were shy and insisted on lights being off--night vision.
CALLEN: Blackmail. Who?
KATYA: Anyone who might have something to hide or something that Dallas wanted.
[Callen takes his phone]
CALLEN: Know him?
KATYA: Yes.
CALLEN: At the club?
KATYA: Yes.
CALLEN: At your house?
KATYA: Dallas told us he was a very special VIP. They called him a buyer.
[Next door]
SAM: I don't like where this is heading.
KENSI: Dallas's girls compromise military personnel with access to classified information. Dallas then decides to sell that information.
NATE: And Safar buys it. Maybe to help plan a terrorist attack.
[Callen joins them]
SAM: Why would Safar have someone drive a car into Dallas's club?
CALLEN: Somewhere along the line, the deal went sour. We gotta get a look at Dallas's video collection.
KENSI: Search warrant?
SAM: No, Safar finds out the club's been raided, he's gone. We'll never find out what he's up to until it's too late.
KENSI: Okay, so how do we get in?
CALLEN: Her.
♪ ♪ [Dallas’club. Callen is drinking and removes “discreetly” his ring. Dallas notices it! G. watches waitresses and strippers…A girl comes close]
WOMAN: Hello, there.
CALLEN: Lookie here. Well, well, well.
[A van outside]
(music continues playing over computer) [Footage comes from Callen’s camera-button]
WOMAN:[over radio] Hey, baby... ooh...
SAM: Stand by, G, she's on her way in.
[Inside the club]
[Katya enters.]
KATYA: Hey, Dallas!
[Dallas is obviously pleased to see her]
SAM: [over radio] How's Dallas reacting?
CALLEN: Like his best girl just got back and he didn't expect her.
[In the car]
SAM: Katya said Dallas's hard drive is in a storage area off the kitchen.
[In the club]
CALLEN: Camera access?
[In the car]
KENSI: None we could hack into.
SAM: Hey, good luck.
♪ ♪ [The girl who was on G.’s knees move away and Katya heads to him… ♫ they’re around champagne]
CALLEN: Just a little bit crowded in here, you know? (whispering) Can Dallas see us?
KATYA: Well...(whispering) I'm sure he's been watching us since I came over here.
CALLEN: (loud) All right, let's do this.
KATYA: We are gonna have fun.
[Dallas winks]
KATYA: One for the VIP room.
DALLAS: Give us a good show. [To a bouncer] All right. Let 'em go through.
BOUNCER1: [in his mic] Yeah, she's coming through.
BOUNCER2: Okay.
[He lets them enter a hallway. Dallas takes his phone and watches them live]
[G. and Katya enter a room]
CALLEN: Mm-hmm...
CALLEN: (sultry): mm-hmm-hmm...
[Dallas starts recording] (chuckles)
DALLAS: That's my girl.
[In the room.]
CALLEN: Got at least three cameras, Sam, possibly more.
[Katya pushes him on the couch]
[Sam’s car]
SAM: We turn on the jammer, Dallas is not the only one who's gonna lose picture.
[Club room]
CALLEN: I'm gonna need about a 20-second burst to get me out the door and down the hall.
[Sam’s car]
SAM: 20-second burst, initiating now.
[Dallas’s monitor becomes grey – Callen jumps up]
CALLEN: Go!
[Sam’s car]
KENSI: Nineteen...
[Club room: Callen and Katya puts pillows under the blanket on the bed]
CALLEN: Security card.
KATYA: Third door down on the left.
CALLEN: Twelve...
[Katya is under the blanket: only shapes are visible. Callen runs out the room]
KATYA: (giggles) (sultry sigh)
[Callen hurries to the kitchen. He raises the security card]
[In the car]
KENSI: Seven...
SAM: He needs to be down the hall now.
KENSI: Six...
[The security card doesn’t open the door]
CALLEN: Five... Four...
[He looks around, spots the camera filming the door]
[Sam’s car]
KENSI: Two...One...Zero. Jammer's off.
SAM: Tell me you're in the kitchen.
[Live footage from G. camera-button is back. They see a glasses rack]
SAM: [over radio] G, you reading me?
[In the car]
KENSI: We got picture, no audio.
[Dallas is watching Katya…He switches the footage and looks at the kitchen door. G.’s face is hidden by glasses racks he carries on his shoulder. He wears a white jacket. He enters the kitchen] (Callen speaks Spanish) [He rushes to the back]
[Dallas is back to the room. He’s a little puzzled]
[Callen opens a cupboard. He connects his phone to the computer] ♪ ♪
CALLEN: Accessing computer now.
[In the room. Dallas and a bouncer tears off the blanket]
DALLAS: Where is he?
[Katia doesn’t answer]
[Callen closes the cupboard doors and walk hastily to the exit…but runs into Dallas and the bouncer!]
DALLAS: Everybody out! Out!
CALLEN: I’ve got company, Sam. Sam?
[Another bouncer is in his back. G. rushs to the fire alarm button and pulls it] (fire alarm rings)
[In the car, Sam and Kensi understand at once and jump out of the car]
(Alarm continues ringing)
[In the kitchen Callen is fighting with the 2 bouncers. Sam appears and helps him! Dallas turns over but is kicked: Kensi was waiting for him!]
DALLAS: (grunts)
[Sam takes his gun]
SAM: Don't move! Don't move!
CALLEN: Kitchen's closed.
KENSI: [In Dallas’ear] How's that for a lap dance? Hmm?
[Boathouse. Questioning room]
DALLAS: You got a warrant to go into my place?
CALLEN: FISA warrant. Terrorism investigation.
DALLAS: I'm not a terrorist. I'm a patriot.
SAM: Is that why you fell out with Safar? Is that why he attacked your club?
DALLAS: All good questions...for my lawyer.
[Next door]
NATE: He's smug.
SAM: I hate smug.
NATE: Guy thinks he's going to walk out of here.
CALLEN: Is he gonna walk out of here? It depends what's on those tapes.
[OPS center]
DOM: There. Him.
ERIC: Who's he?
DOM: I think he's a senator.
ERIC: Which one?
DOM: Okay, well, maybe he's a congressman.
KENSI: Okay, another one for the maybe column.
CALLEN: What do we got?
KENSI: Um... at least a dozen identified, including two senators, the CEO of an aeronautical company, a former child star and four senior military officers.
ERIC: And we are only a third of the way done.
SAM: Safar?
ERIC: Not yet.
SAM: Keep looking.
HETTY: No, Eric, you don't need to keep looking. This investigation is over. [They stare at her]
SAM: They're shutting us down?
HETTY: All evidence, physical and electronic, is to be sent to DOD.
SAM: What about Dallas?
HETTY: We're under orders to release him immediately.
[Consternation in the OPS]
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[The field agents follow Hetty in the stairs]
CALLEN: Hetty, we're putting together a good case here, okay? A big one.
SAM: Hetty, Safar's up to something. We can't stop now.
[They stop downstairs, she faces them]
HETTY: This is coming from on high. When I say "on high," I mean those with the political venom to end the careers of each and every one of us, including Director Vance.
KENSI: I can't believe this. All we need is a little more time.
HETTY: I know. I know. If I may slip into the vernacular, it sucks. But when you hear from me again in an hour or so, you will shut this down.
[She leaves them] - Don't forget to release Mr. Dallas.
[Eric is sprinting in the stairs]
ERIC: Guys, you've got to see this.
CALLEN: Fire it up on the big screen.
ERIC: I don't think we want this up on the big screen.
[They stay downstairs]
ERIC: So look what I found on Dallas's sleaziest home videos.
[He hands his tab-]
CALLEN: Hmm.
[Katya’s client is…Safar!!]
CALLEN: I'm guessing Safar's imam would not approve of that.
SAM: Definitely haraam.
[Kensi has the tab]
KENSI: What's that?
SAM: It's Arabic. It means "forbidden."
KENSI: No, no, no-no-no. What's-what's that?
[She hands Eric the tab…]
HETTY: Whatever it is, it can't be good for you.
[Eric hides hastily the tab]
HETTY: Oh, come on, I'm in up to my knickers now.
CALLEN: Dallas is an extortionist. Once he got these guys on the hook, there's no telling what information he got out of them--technology, money, secrets. I mean, he was a clearinghouse for confidential information.
SAM: Safar must have known this. He went to Dallas for something specific--weapons, intelligence... maybe both.
DOM: Well, maybe as part of their deal, Dallas offered Safar a night with one of his girls, as a sign of good faith.
KENSI: Okay, it's disgusting, but perfectly probable. So, Safar is being blackmailed like everybody else?
DOM: But why would Dallas blackmail Safar if they got a deal going?
CALLEN: Dallas is a criminal, but he's not a traitor. It's not like Safar could go to the police.
SAM: He could drive a car into the club.
HETTY: Well, that's an interesting theory, but Safar is a terrorist, he's not Miss America. Why would he care if anyone had a sex tape on him, despite the feculent content?
SAM: He's recruiting idealistic young men to fight a holy war in the name of Islam. If a sex scandal can bring down a Democrat, what do you think that means for a devout Muslim on the road to martyrdom?
KENSI: Well, couldn't he just denounce it as fake?
CALLEN: Publicly, sure. I'm guessing if that got out, Safar's sleeping on Salman Rushdie's sofa.
HETTY: So you think you can lure Safar out of hiding with this tape? But you don't even know where to find him.
[Callen glances at Sam- who sighs, and nods]
[Basket playground. Moe is playing.] (indistinct chatter)
[Sam grabs the ball]
SAM: Hey! I need to get a message to Safar. I know some of you listen to his teachings and know how to reach him. A friend of mine has something he wants. All the information he needs is right here. [He puts a flash drive on the ground] All right? Just plug it in. My friend's number's on it. Carry on, gentlemen.
[He hands back the ball and leaves them]
[A pier. Safar is walking, Callen waiting for him]
CALLEN: Beginning to think you weren't going to show up. Hope you brought cash, 'cause, uh, I don't take traveler's checks.
SAFAR: I am not paying you or Dallas or anyone.
CALLEN: Is that what you came out here to tell me? Look, you know the deal, Safar. Either you pay me $50,000 or your little sexcapade goes out on CNN, Al Jazeera and the Home Shopping Network.
SAFAR: Not if you're dead.
CALLEN: Kill me, the tape still goes out.
SAFAR: It won't matter. By then, you, the girl and Dallas will all be dead, and I shall be forgiven.
CALLEN: That's your plan? What, are you going to shoot me out here in broad daylight? You won't even make it off the pier.
SAFAR: After I shoot you, I'm going to shoot that elderly man, then those children and several of those young women, before I have to reload. By then, no one will be getting in my way.
CALLEN: All right, you know what? Point taken. Let's... let's take a walk and let's talk about this in private, okay? Just leave them out of this.
[Kensi is pushing a stroller and comes close. Safar is pulling his weapon out of his back]
SAFAR: The time for words is over.
KENSI: Gun! [She pushes the stroller in Safar’s legs]
SAFAR: (grunts)
[Callen grabs the arm with the gun, they fight]
(gunshots) [Towards the sky] (people screaming)
SAM: Don't move!
[He and Kensi surround Safar who hit Callen and starts running. Sam raises his arm like a barrier- Safar falls down on his back]
SAFAR: (grunts)
SAM: Turn over! [He helps him with a kick and cuffs him]
SAM: Get up!
SAFAR: I am but one in a legion of warriors.
SAM: True warriors don't use innocent kids to do their dirty work.
SAFAR: You are the friend of Mowadh. The man who killed his father.
SAM: What?
SAFAR: Who is using children now?
SAM: I'm not using anybody. I gave Moe a new life.
SAFAR: [Smiling] And now, so have I.
SAM: What's that supposed to mean? [He grabs Safar’s neck]
CALLEN: Sam, back off!
SAM: What's that supposed to mean? [He shakes Safar and pushes him over the water]
CALLEN: Sam, no! Sam!
KENSI: Sam! Sam, no! Sam!
CALLEN: Sam! Not this way! Sam!
[Sam suddenly starts running]
[Sam arrives at the center. Moe is out with several guys, they all carry bags]
SAM: Moe! What's going on, man? Where are you going? Hey! Where are you going?
[He blocks Moe’s way]
MOE: I got your message to Safar. What else do you want from me?
SAM: Listen. Hold on. Hold on. Hold up. I'm not letting you get on that van until you tell me where you're going.
MOE: You can't stop me.
SAM: Wait a minute! Wait! Wait! Wait.
MOE: What are you going to do, huh?! Kill me like you killed my father? Is it true? Did you murder my father?
SAM: I was protecting innocent people. Your father was working with the Janjaweed.
MOE: Everything you said to me is a lie.
SAM: No, no. Come here.
MOE: No. (sobbing) No, no, no, no, no.
[Sam holds him close]
SAM: I didn't... I didn't lie to you. I didn't tell you everything because I wanted to protect you, man. I know you're hurt, all right? I'll tell you everything you want to know about me, about your father. Let's just go talk about this.
MOE: The time for words is over. Good-bye, Sam.
SAM: Moe...[Moe is n the van]. Moe! [Moe closes the door]
[G. and Kensi are getting down the office stairs]
KENSI: So, I got a lawyer for Katya. Still not sure how that's going to play out. Did Sam hear anything?
CALLEN: No.
KENSI: What about the deal on Safar?
CALLEN: Turned him over to the CIA. They'll try to turn him into an asset, put him to work, find out what he was planning. They also took the blackmail material.
KENSI: Do you think that will ever see the light of day?
CALLEN: Not publicly. But it will be put to use. On the street it's called "blackmail". In government, it's "leverage""
KENSI: Well, speaking of leverage, Hetty told me I had to give in my case reports every Friday by 5:00, and I was really counting on having the weekends to get caught up.
CALLEN: I'll talk to her.
KENSI: Awesome. Thank you. You are my hero.
[She goes away, he joins Sam at his dek]
CALLEN: Did you find Moe?
SAM: No. His foster family has no idea where he is. Youth center's claiming ignorance.
[Eric appears]
ERIC: Got a hit on Moe's passport. He's on an Air France flight to Paris.
SAM: What time's it leave?
ERIC: Left. I'm sorry, by the time you told me to start looking, it was too late. [Sam looks grimmer]
CALLEN: That's all right, Eric. Is Paris his final destination?
ERIC: Um, no. He's on a connecting flight from Charles De Gaulle to N'Djamena, Chad.
SAM: From there, he'll probably try to slide across the border into Sudan.
ERIC: Why would he go back?
CALLEN: He's looking for answers. Keep tracking him.
[Eric goes back to OPS]
SAM: Moe's father used to work with the Janjaweed. I killed him.
CALLEN: Does Moe know?
SAM: Now he does.
CALLEN: So what are you going to do about it?
SAM: Right now? Go for a run.
CALLEN: Last time you said that, I had to drive out to Joshua Tree to pick you up.
SAM: I'll bring my cell phone with me.
(Hetty types, grumbles)
SAM: What's up with Hetty?
CALLEN: You, too?
[He joins her- she types on a very old typewriter]
[Hetty’s office]
CALLEN: So is this another money-saving cutback or are you, uh, writing your tell-all Hollywood memoir?
HETTY: It's a eulogy for an old friend.
CALLEN: I'm sorry.
HETTY: This was his typewriter. It seemed fitting, almost poetic, three hours ago. Now, it just seems like a lachrymose act of folly.
CALLEN: Well, I can't help you there. Lachrymose-intolerant.
HETTY: You would have liked him. He was the perfect combination of scholar, soldier, and scoundrel.
CALLEN: Was he a romantic friend?
HETTY: No. No, I'm afraid he was married...to his job. He worked for the intelligence service in England. Never married, no children, but a stellar career. He died alone in his office, filling out paperwork. Something you'll never have to worry about.
CALLEN: Is that why Nate's being forced into exile?
HETTY: That man hasn't taken a vacation in years. And what about you? When was the last time you took a day off that wasn't caused by a bullet? I don't want you waking up one morning, wondering if it was all worth it. I'm sorry if I was...a tad strident today. I just want to make sure that you all take the time to smell the roses.
CALLEN: How about Saturday? There's a Rembrandt exhibit at the Norton Simon Museum. I'll pick you up at 11:00?
HETTY: Rembrandt, Mr. Callen?
CALLEN: Don't get too excited. I just go there to meet chicks, so...Essentially, you'll be my wingman.
HETTY: I relish the assignment. If only it were true. What about tonight?
[Callen looks behind: Sam is leaving the office]
CALLEN: I think I'm going for a run.
HETTY: (sighs) [She types again]
[Callen catches Sam at the office door]
CALLEN: Just tell me we're not running to Joshua Tree this time.
SAM: Nah.
[Hetty’s office]
(Keys clanking)
[The screen becomes dark]
HETTY: Oh, bugger!